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She stares at the alarm clock, the early morning hour blinking at her. Nerves bubble inside of her. Is she really going to do this? She’s not sure why it makes her so anxious, Baba asked for this and it’s not like they haven’t done kinky stuff before. She waited a few days after he made mention of this particular fantasy, wanting it to be a bit of a surprise. Was that the best idea? Surprise, good morning, eat me out! Something about it feels inherently selfish, but Baba has made it particularly clear how much he enjoys being between her thighs. No, she decided to do this, she’s going to do it.
Baba sleeps beside her, just the sight of him seems to make her nerves fade a little more. He’s sprawled out on his back, having rolled over when she managed to escape his arms. She’s just happy he didn’t wake, usually he’s up the second he can’t feel her close to him. They’re both naked from last nights activities, the soft morning light drifts in, casting his face in a soft glow. On pure instinct, she reaches out and brushes the silky strands of hair off of his face. His expression twitches, but he doesn’t wake. He must have been extremely tired, content he’s not stirring right away, she places a gentle kiss on his lips before moving herself up.
Her hands grip the headboard as she tries to position herself, trying to keeps her knees on either side of his head without touching him right away. Finally, her pussy his hovering just above a sleeping Baba’s face. Just the idea turns her on, she can feel herself getting wet. Now, to wake him up.
How should she do that? Should she say something? Should she just start grinding? What is the social protocol of waking your boyfriend up by sitting on his face?
She yelps, her thoughts interrupted by a small nip on her inner thigh, then soothed over by a lick.
“Good morning to you too, princess.” His breath tickles her skin as he speaks.
“You were awake this entire time, weren’t you?” She asks, resting her bright red face against the headboard.
“Mmhmm,” he hums against her skin, “you’re so cute, getting up early just to get me breakfast, I’m a lucky man.”
His hands run up over her outer thighs and hips, tightening his grip on her before pulling her down onto his face. A loud moan escapes her, his tongue makes contact with her. He runs the flat of his tongue along her slit, teasing her lips while his nose bumps against her clit. Whimpers and moans keep escaping her, just the littlest touch drives her crazy. His grips keeps her from lifting off of his face, but she’s can still grind against him. It’s not a conscious decision, each bit of pleasure makes her squirm and move her hips.
He’s teasing her, keeping a slow pace to start, his tongue focused on the lips of her pussy. Never venturing more than a small dip inside of her. His moans and groans of lust vibrate against her skin. She looks over his shoulder, at the expanse of his body. The sheets have been kicked away and she can see his hard on, pre-cum leaks from the head, he loves this just as much as she does.
Her mind is hazy from pleasure, but she wants to touch him. She tries to reach back and stroke him, but then his tongue slides inside of her. Pleasure shoots through her, the feeling of his tongue penetrating her makes her lose all focus. Her hands instinctively burying in his hair instead as she starts to ride his face harder.
His tongue strokes and rubs along her sensitive insides, he drinks up all of her wetness, his own muffles noises get louder. Her movements grind his nose harder against her clit, but she needs more. Then his tongue moves to lick circles across her clit, pushing her over the edge. She yells, tension snaps and she can feel the gush of slick across his face. Her fingers grip his scalp and she rides out her aftershocks, soft squirming across his face, while his tongue slows to small kitten licks.
Panting, she starts to lift herself off of his face, but his grip tightens and her world flips. It does nothing to help her fuzzy post-orgasm brain. Her back is against the bed, pillows under her head. Baba now looking up at her from between her legs. He’s nuzzled his face into her thigh again, giving a soft wet kiss before he pulls just a bit away. His face is soaking wet and he’s grinning,
“Let me take care of you,” she tries to offer, but he just plants a another kiss against her skin.
“I’m still hungry, darling,” he whispers then buries his face into her folds again. She’s still incredibly sensitive, so soon after her first orgasm. His tongue back inside her is right on the line between pleasure and pain.
Her mouth runs without her permission; moans, whimpers, babbling about how much she loves him. He’s less slow this time, less teasing. Hungrier for her and lapping at her likes he’s starved. His tongue is deep instead, licking over every sensitive spot it can reach, desperate to make her wetter just so he can lap it up. His groans are barely audible, between her body muffling it and her own sounds drowning him out. But, she can feel them against her sensitive wet skin.
Her hands wind tight in his hair, she see his hips grinding into the bed. Her own writhe and squirm, unable to stay still when she feels so good. If for even a moment she manages to wriggle away from his mouth, he pulls her right back down onto his tongue with a groan. It’s overwhelming and every touch feels like entirely too much, but she loves it. Stuck between wanting to squirm away and push her harder against her. She melts into pleasure when a particular lick pushes her over the edge again, her thighs clamping around his head as she screams out.
He moves over her and thrusts his cock into her while she’s still riding out her second orgasm, sending her into a third. The sudden deep penetration makes everything clench tighter. Her arms wrap around him, her fingers dig into his back and her legs tangle around his hips. He starts moving, stretching her orgasm out further. His movements are messier than usual, he’s desperate and trying to control himself.
“You feel as good as you taste,” he tells her, leaning his forehead against her and staring into her eyes. His expression is loving, but slightly tight, he’s trying to hold back because she’s sensitive. Wetness still glistens across his face and she kisses him, tasting herself on his tongue before pulling away.
“Don’t hold back, please, fuck me as hard as you want, please,” she whines. He smiles and kisses her, before his movements change. His thrusts become quick and brutal, desperation coloring his movements. The sound of skin slapping against skin mingles with their own lustful noises. Her mind goes blank, every movement seems to make her orgasm and see stars. Everything is a haze of pleasure, his cock reaching the deepest part of her while his pelvic bone grind against her painfully sensitive clit.
She loses count of how many times she cums, then his grip around her tightens and a loud groan escapes him. Her own soft whimpers follows when she feels his hot cum spilling inside of her.
A few moments pass of them just trying to catch their breath, her body is absolute jelly. She can’t but whine when he pulls out, feeling his cum starting to leak out. She’s a sopping wet mess between her thighs, between her own slick and his cum. But, she loves the feeling. His eyes linger on the sight and he licks his lips. She can practically see the gears turning in his head.
“I don’t think I can cum again, but if you’re gentle, it’s okay,” she tells him, her voice soft and hoarse from every yell of pleasure.
“Okay princess, if it’s too much, let me know.” He smiles at her, pure love in his eyes, before he ducks his head back down between her legs. His movements are far softer than any before, but she still can’t but make little noises. He’s gently licking at the mixture of their fluids, cleaning his cum from her pussy. Not enough pressure or friction to start building her up again, just the soft sensation of his him lapping up the mess they’ve made together. It takes just a few moments for him to pull away, content with how well he’s licked her clean, and then pulls her into an embrace.
He presses soft kisses across her shoulders, letting her relax. He’s much more composed, while she’s pretty sure her brain has actually been sucked out through her vagina. The morning is just starting and they have things to do, but she can’t even fathom leaving bed. She nuzzles against his sweat soaked skin, murmuring about how much she loves him before she drifts off against her will.
“Wake up beautiful,” he whispers against her ear and makes her stir. Her brain still hazy, she looks to the clock and sees he let her sleep for about an hour. She’ll be late to work, but she doesn’t have it in her to care all that much.
“Sorry, I fell asleep…” her voice slurs a bit as she forces herself to fully wake up. Baba’s smiling as he places a stand tray across her lap, an immaculate breakfast spread out across it.
“Nothing to apologize for, I made you some breakfast,” he tells her as he sits down next to her in bed and kisses her temple.
“Aren’t you gonna eat?” She realizes her mistake as soon as the question leaves her and he grins.
“Already did,” he winks and her face feels like it’s on fire. Dammit, she walked into that one.
“You’re the worse!” She throws a piece of toast at him while he cracks up at his own dumb joke. But, she’s smiling and her voice carries no cruelty, only love. He’s a giant dork and she wouldn’t have him any other way.